Now, we’re all. Bored. We don’t. Mind. We don’t
know. Why. Why we don’t know. Why. We don’t know.
No matter, we just shoot. We shoot shit/piss/sperm.
I shoot guns. I’m. Bored. I shoot you. You shoot blood.
I shoot semen in your blood. All that matters is. All
that matters. I matter. You make a face with your
own blood as you watch it release from your capillaries.
Veins do not pay attention to what the arteries are
pantomiming as they flop like dead fish in your body.
A Japanese sunset painted on your face over there.
But. You don’t mind. You’re bored. Now you have something
to do. I’ve given you something. Something to do. I have
single-bulletly cured you. you draw a smiley face in the
red with your pointer finger. your smiling finger. you’re
smiling; I’m smiling; your blood is smiling; all three of
us—a fucking party now. Anthropomorphized human
oil, greet us. you die a happy patron of the arts. Giving
Life to the lifeless right before you become less:
Absence of living. now I’m fucking bored again.